HunterShadowWolf

Sherlock had finished his case and offered to cook dinner, something John had suggested he do as a 'romantic' gesture. After eating the dish Sherlock had prepared you felt rather nauseous and the stomach ache you had been suffering from had worsen. Sherlock had loudly lamented that his cooking was not that bad, that he had eaten it also and he was fine. John had returned home to find you lying on the sofa, deathly pale, clutching your abdomen. "Where does it hurt (F/n)?" John prodded your stomach gently as he tried to work out what was going on. As he pushed down on your lower stomach you yelped. "There! It hurts there!" A flicker of conce